where the writers are
Portrait to be kept in the family

in the morning ─

my rolled shadow over

the angelic feather


above my virtual bodies


emerging from the festive night

and bewildered like a guillotine

unused yet

shining with so much dew


on the retina of the uncreated light


the God Almighty unties Its edges

                 obedient and

without contraction: like a baby

in front of its severe parents

showing his gums